A studio apartment in a dull part of seattleA strand of light suspended by a thumbtack in the drywallThe restaurants are closedSo are the record shopsthe banksand barsand bartel drugsAnd soвЂ™s the half price bookstoreBut the movies are always openAnd I always have to openA repertory movie houseWell life is not so wonderfulFor 15 soggy patrons who have no better place to beNot to mention meIвЂ™m working for a holiday wageMy family is two time zones awayIвЂ™m supposed to call themMy vodka and snow is meltingThe alcohol isnвЂ™t helpingSometimes you have to work on christmassometimesYou have to work on christmassometimesYou gotta work on christmasI doubt IвЂ™ll miss thisThereвЂ™s an artificial tree blinking in the lobbySitting on the coffee tableyeaStrangers and spare changers stand in line like poor relationsAt some kind of sad reunionAnd IвЂ™m selling the ticketsThey come in out of the weatherFor christmas alone togetherSometimes you have to work on christmassometimesYou have to work on christmassometimesYou have to work on christmasI doubt IвЂ™ll miss this next yearSometimes you have to work on christmassometimesYou gotta work on christmassometimesYou have to work on christmasI doubt IвЂ™ll miss this at all